Pokémon: Why do you call me the sixth trainer?

Holding the dark Zoroa in his arms, Chen An returned to the tent. Chen Xing, who was lying in bed, had already gotten up and was looking at the information card with Mibulim.

"You're back. Did you conquer the new elves?"

Looking at the shadow in Chen An's arms, Chen Xing asked curiously.

"Well, a very special Variety Monster. I'm going to call him Zoroa."

"..." I don't know whether it was because he was not used to the tent or because he was reacting to Zoroa's name. The black "unidentified object" moved.

Chen An's thoughts moved slightly.

For unknown reasons that the author is too lazy to think about, elves have a special response to their "names" called by people, regardless of language. Therefore, most of the names of elves in this world are related to the Pokémon they knew in their previous lives. consistent.

Being able to respond to the pronunciation of "Zoroa" is at least a good start.

"Wow, it's so strange!" Chen Xing jumped up, hugged Mibulim and looked at Soraya.

"..." Zoroa moved and turned into a Mibulim. However, this Mibulim was black in color and the tail behind it was more like a fox's tail. The overall look was dirty. Xi.

"..." Chen Xing and Mibulim fell silent.

"Ahem, it's interesting, isn't it?" Chen An tried to break the two "stone sculptures" in front of him.

Chen Xing and Mi Blim raised their heads in tacit agreement and stared at Chen An silently.

Chen An rubbed his nose, put the large black Mibulim in his arms on his sleeping bag, and tried to change the subject.

"Aren't you going to train yet?"

"I'll be there soon." Chen Xing stretched out, "I'll leave it to you, Xiao Lim."

"it is good."

Seeing Chen Xing going out, Chen An looked at Soraya on the sleeping bag and tried to communicate with him.

"Zoroa?"

Black Dumpling didn't respond.

"A variety of monsters?"

The black dumpling moved.

......

In the evening, when Chen Xing came back from a day of training, he saw a depressed Chen An lying on his sleeping bag, while the three elves sat aside and played with their mobile phones in harmony.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xing asked curiously as it was rare to see Chen An in this state.

"My brain hurts a little." Chen An responded weakly.

More than a little bit. Chen An pressed his temples.

Perhaps because he was born with the Variety Monster, Zoroa's understanding of himself is that he is also a Variety Monster. However, since his own IQ and race are higher than those of the Variety Monster, he will notice that he transforms faster. , details such as being different from other various monsters in the natural relaxed state.

Fortunately, the group was getting bigger, and occasionally there would be a few with decent IQs. This made him think that maybe he was not an exception. For example, the two mini-variants from before were his "little brothers".

However, since there were no other elves in the forest and the other elves ignored the Variety Monsters (they were not tasty, had low IQ, were difficult to kill, and were not a threat, so they were too lazy to deal with them), this made him begin to suspect that something was wrong with him.

Facing the same target, Variety Monsters with different qualifications will "transform" to different degrees. However, he is one of the few who can imitate everything from body shape to skills. However, there is no one like him in the group. In order not to Being regarded as an alien, he chose to move closer to the various monsters in his tribe, learning not to resemble other elves when he transformed into them, and learning to control his body shape.

Over time, Soraya developed a serious cognitive impairment about himself. He didn't know that he was "Zoroa". He only thought that he was a "variable monster" with a decent brain but poor talent.

However, living in a Baibian monster group with no communication, Zoroa's ability to "understand" language can be said to be almost zero. This also leads to the whole day, even if Chen An has a system, theoretically he can " "Understand" his own words, but the actual progress only made him react a little when he shouted "Zoroa".

Chen An, who failed in his struggle, simply asked Chen Xi and the others to take Soraya to play, and that was the scene when Chen Xing came back.

"This is what the Variety Monsters are like." Chen Xing, who thought the Variety Monsters were slow to respond and difficult to communicate with, said while cleaning up.

"Their intelligence is probably only at the level of a one- or two-year-old child, and communication is indeed a bit difficult."

"Hey, take your time." Chen An wiped his face and sat up, "Have you eaten?"

"I'm on duty for the first time today. I'll eat with the patrol team later."

"Then I'll eat first." Because he had been tossing with Soraya all day, Chen An didn't even have time to eat lunch.

While heating the milk with hot water, I rummaged through a pile of breads and biscuits of various flavors to find the flavor I wanted to eat.

I'm so tired today, I need to reward myself.

"This is just the beginning." Chen Xing casually picked up a bag of bread, "Forget it, food with a strong smell or high sugar content is not allowed in the forest. Even eating something hot is difficult, alas."

"There is no way, the electrical equipment should be reserved for emergencies." Chen An shrugged.

When he was working hard in his previous life, he also ate tasteless food. During the most difficult days, he could only drink cold water and eat steamed buns every day for a month, so he could tolerate this kind of life.

In fact, although open flames cannot be used, it is possible to heat some food with special electrical appliances. However, Chen An and Chen Xing neither have electricity elves nor more direct fire elves, so they have no choice but to give up.

"You can go to bed later, I'll go gather first."

"it is good."

Looking at the three excited animals on the side, Chen An rubbed his temples. It seemed that if he wanted Zoroa to get to know him, he had to at least let him learn to communicate first. He couldn't even make basic calls now, so he could only Make meaningless noises and growls.

As for now, Chen An pulled the quilt.

Go to sleep and fight again tomorrow.